Pairing: Justin and Kevin
Words: enviable; billiards; blood; mincing


In the end, Kevin found that AJ had been right; it was all about
the taste of blood.

AJ had meant something else, he thought.  AJ had certainly never
dreamed of vampires and a whole other fucking world hiding in the
dark side of their own.  But he'd been the only one smart enough,
savvy enough, *paranoid* enough, to get away when Kevin had
inadvertently been introduced to the other kind of night.

He found it amusing, sometimes, as much as anything human amused a
vampire: NSYNC had their fondest wish, Backstreet was dead and they
wouldn't be coming back.  Except perhaps AJ, should Kevin ever run
into him.

He was living in Orlando; the constantly changing population
combined with the recognition he still got from fans made it a
vampire smorgasbord.  It was a situation his sire might have found
enviable, had she survived AJ's escape.  For tonight, he was
playing billiards in a gay bar, waiting for his prey to come
mincing up to him.  He preferred male victims, liked the struggle. 
Especially liked the tattooed men, who reminded him of the one who
got away.

He was watching the door without obviously watching it, and so it
was only somewhat of a surprise when Justin came in, trailing fame
like an invisible cloak.

Kevin made his shot; the other man would come to him, it was almost
inevitable.

Cool fingers ran up his arm.  The coolness of a fellow predator. 
"There's only one thing I don't understand."

He hadn't known.  Hadn't known, but it didn't matter, and Kevin
kept his surprise unseen as he turned to Justin.  "What's that?"

"Why you let him go."  The hand brushed over his shoulder, down
over his chest.

"What?"

The pencil-sized sliver of wood was in his heart before he
recognized the sunglasses covering Justin's eyes as a pair of AJ's
own.